In Over His Head

Chapter 2

Summer was coming to an end and Castiel knew he was running out of time to find a nanny for Claire. He wasn't going to hire just anyone, but so far, none of the nannies the agency had sent were good enough. They were just too impersonal. This was his niece, after all! Finally, in a moment of desperation, Castiel called the one person he knew he could count on for advice. His best friend Dean.

"Hey, Cas. How's it going?" Castiel could vaguely make out the sound of power tools in the background. "I can call back later if this is a bad time." Dean chuckled on the other end and replied, "Cas, I own the garage. I can take a few minutes to talk to you. So, what's up man? You never call." Castiel sighed and explained the situation to Dean.

"Well, I can't help you, but I was talking to Jo the other day and she mentioned something about a friend in need of a job. I'll give Jo a call and see if they can help you out." Castiel thanked Dean profusely. He was running out of options and who knew? Maybe Jo's friend would be his salvation in this. Unfortunately, all he could do now was wait.

Meanwhile, across town, you were laying on Jo's couch. "What am I gonna do, Jo? He just kicked me out! I caught him with another woman and he kicked me out and fired me on top of it." Jo chuckled and said, "Well, you're not going to panic first off. You can crash here for a while until you get back on your feet and maybe mom will give you a job at The Roadhouse?" she said in an attempt to cheer you up.

"Sorry, kid. Not a chance. Remember what happened the last time I let one of your friends work in the bar? Sorry Y/N, but I can't take that risk again." You waved your hand to let her know it was okay. "Don't worry about it, Ellen. I'm sure I'll find something soon." You flashed her a smile and continued a conversation with Ellen when Jo's phone rang and she got up to answer it.

When Jo came back, she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "What? Who was that?" The smile didn't leave her face as she told you. "It was Dean." You quirked a brow. "As in the guy you dated for a hot minute in college Dean?" She nodded and then said, "Before you ask, he was actually asking about you. Wanted to know if you still needed a job. He's got a friend, Castiel, professor, super hot, who needs a nanny." Your eyes widened. "A nanny? Jo, I haven't been a nanny in years. "

"But it's only one kid! Come on, Y/N! At least give him a call?" You groaned inwardly as you looked into her puppy dog eyes. Nannying wasn't so bad and you did need a job. "How hot are we talking?" Jo laughed and hugged. Ellen cocked a brow at your question and you immediately defended yourself. "Joking! What's his number? I'll give him a call."

An hour later, you found yourself dialing the number Jo had given you. "This is Professor Novak," a deep, gravelly voice came over the line. Damn, he even sounded hot. "Hello. This is Y/F/N. I'm Jo Harvelle's friend. Dean called saying you needed a nanny?" You could almost feel his relief through the phone. "Thank God. Can you come in tomorrow for an interview and bring a few references?" You agreed readily and went to bed nervous that night.

When you got up the next morning, you were a nervous wreck. You hadn't realized how nervous you were until you were ready to go an hour before you needed to be. "You're up early. That nervous, huh?" Ellen asked you when she entered the kitchen for her coffee. You smiled at her. She'd been like a mother to you for a long time. "That obvious? It's been a long time since I've had an interview. I worked with my ex for a while before..." Ellen nodded in understanding. "Look, just be yourself and you'll get the job. Cas can be a little odd, but if I remember correctly, he's a pretty nice guy."

With Ellen's encouragement, you went to the interview. You took five minutes in the car to compose yourself. Ellen was right. If you were yourself, there was no reason Professor Novak wouldn't hire you. You looked up at the door of the little house before climbing the steps and knocking. You exhaled slowly and tried to picture your new potential employer. If the man was half as gorgeous in person as his voice sounded, you were in trouble.

The door opened and a little girl with blonde hair looked up at you. "Hi. Is Professor Novak home?" you asked in a chipper tone. The gravelly voice from the phone suddenly called out, "Claire. I've told you not to answer the door." The little girl turned her head to look at the owner of the voice. "Sorry, Uncle Cas." She gave you a smile and skipped away. The door opened a little wider and you were confronted by the bluest eyes you'd ever seen. You were definitely in trouble.

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